Anonymous wrote:When I was a kid, my truly wonderful and beloved grandmother gave my sister and I matching praying-hands-nightlights. The glowing, disembodied hands were like old with hands with visible veins and too long fingernails. I was terrified of them! What made it worse was that my sister would torture me by sneaking them, plugged in and glowing, under my covers, in the dark bathroom, hung sideways coming out of the wall of my dark closet...
Even my overly polite mother was like, “whoa, those are creepy!” Loved my dear grandmother but will never understand what she was thinking!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My MIL gave me a winter knit hat with many gray hairs in it for my birthday. I think she bought at a thrift shop! She also , another year, gave me a can of boiled peanuts. Please know that I give her lovely gifts that she loves, Vera Bradley bags, expensive clothes! She has so much more money than I do! Go figure!
My grandmother used to bring containers of mixed nuts, from which she had picked out the cashews, since they were here favorite.
Anonymous wrote:My MIL gave me a winter knit hat with many gray hairs in it for my birthday. I think she bought at a thrift shop! She also , another year, gave me a can of boiled peanuts. Please know that I give her lovely gifts that she loves, Vera Bradley bags, expensive clothes! She has so much more money than I do! Go figure!
Anonymous wrote:I can't think of one single thing, but for a few years, my mom gave me cleaning supplies for every Christmas and birthday. Combined with her comments on the state of our house every time she visits, I was annoyed. A few years ago on my birthday, she gave me a Target gift card (love it) but also presented me (in front if the whole family ( with this lovely gift box, tied in a nice ribbon. I don't know what I was expecting, but when I opened it and saw a bunch of cleaning products, I couldn't hide my irritation very well.
By the way, my house is clean! I clean regularly!